This is a song about "We thugs"

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Amen, they say you only live once

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

Cause my mother let me do what i want

‘cuz people still remember thugs killing tupac,

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

I hate when thugs die, so i let out a smug cry,

I don't give a fuck whether or not you hang with thugs

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs